The Rinaldi Detached House is situated on the hill of Gianicolo in Monteverde Vecchio, a few steps from Trastevere, the old town and Vatican . The house was built in the early twentieth century and enjoys a great location: close to the center and at the same time immersed in the green between the romantic gardens Public Villa Sciarra and Villa Doria Pamphili ".
Our family lived here from 1927 and today we are the fourth generation, we decided to dedicate a portion of the house to House, to accommodate those who wish to visit the Eternal City and at the same time immersed in the life of one of its most central and exclusive neighborhoods.
As usual the family home life is beautiful cheered wadding presence of cats. Our love for animals makes us willing to accommodate your four-legged friends for an unforgettable holiday with them!
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Villino Cats
Cecilia Gobbi
home Each has its own history and its destiny, that the walls, ceiling and floor passes to his people, witnesses and actors at the same time, of that original plan, I would call divine . I believe the first living being that has crossed the threshold of this house was a cat . I am sure that these animals live in my house as if they were the owners ever since. Looking family photos - and I have many, even very very old because my great-grandparents and grandparents were photographers - you can see always the feline presence. What is a photo taken of escape in the garden during a summer afternoon, or lounge on a Sunday of celebration, even in those of the grandparents' engagement dinner, it always appears a cat. Sometimes it is in the arms of a human, but more often is a silent presence, in a corner and scan the target, or to doze, but with ears alert, irritated by the commotion and voices " all posing ... stop ... that's it ." In other shots he leaves the scene and sees only the tail or into view with muzzle proud. In any case it is always there, with the air of someone who wants to be: humans will return to their activities, humans will pass away, depart, die, but he, or another like him, them, there will always . I like to imagine
Monteverde old in a warm autumn afternoon in the early twenties of the twentieth century. A few brand new villas, lined up like soldiers to make a fine show, stands in the time between the green a bit 'wild, trees and grass that was recently been cut to make way for roads and sidewalks. Some way up the hill until Gianicolo, where the statue of Garibaldi, almost new, watched the Dome with pensive regret.
On that day more than eighty years ago, the row of cottages on the right side of Via Daniello Bartoli leaned on a meadow in the distance down to the old road Portuense; orange light in the afternoon, the neighborhood was surrounded by a silence almost unreal.
workers who had worked all day to finish - the doors and windows all the same to those economic houses in a neighborhood of the semi - had gone for a while ', wandered the streets a few curious prospective buyer who dreamed of a new house and property, a peaceful life in the years of the Great Depression. The
westerly breeze blowing raising a little 'dust of the yard, there was no one ... but something moving in the grass. It was a cat, being a cat in the twenties of Monteverde old I think it was necessarily wild and not too fat, even I can imagine very thin, forever in search of food.
All cottages have a small front garden, the cat ran through them one by one, looking for a smell edible, he had just smelled a rat and receiving after sneaking for a while '. Like any cat, this cat was very curious and the nose flattened to the ground just could not progress rapidly, that he felt were a thousand scents: freshly cut grass, the slime of the snails at night, a crumb of bread and a piece of cheese that had to be dropped from a sandwich and ... of what's here?
While the mouse was already far away, the cat heard something that drew him like a vibration coming from his heart small, growing slowly as he approached a door that appeared closed but not was. A wonderful opportunity it was on that beast: a peek into new place. A little push was enough head - ears down - and a furtive glance to make sure there were no dangers, just a few seconds for the pupils dilate to capture all the light came in through the cracks of closed shutters. Then the door opened a little more to go away and shut, finally, when the tail was now following entry, elegant body. The cat was now in a place never used, that smelled of paint and wood, lime and old workman's boots ... there will be something to eat?
"Elvira how about this? The central location is the best I'd say, do you like? "
" Mr. Rinaldi do not waste time, that we are already selling them all! "
The young brunette woman, as small as Coco Chanel, he entered the house, leaving behind those voices.
They came here looking for a new house to buy, the studio went well and the money made by her husband, Luke wanted to buy a house that was new, great and above all ... their own. But this area just did not like her: Monteverde was very different from Borgo Pio, where they lived in a big house, but rent. There was life: the children went to school alone, on foot, while she was watching from the balcony of St. Peter and protected them, the people were up and down the street and you, when you occupied the house, could feel the cries of neighbors and the noise of the wheels of the wagons, even some car. Instead there was almost no one up here and the silence was similar to what he had heard as a child, when accompanied his grandfather in the vineyard in the country.
"Elvira Then, we take it? Girls grow up here? "
Elvira looked back, beyond the front door, the big lawn in front of the stark and desolate garden not a soul was, he felt no sound coming from the outside. He already knew what was the response to her husband. He had only a few steps inside the house, enough to go back out for good. But then something inaudible
the crowd, a strange vibration preceded in his heart for a moment a slight physical contact on his left leg, right between the boot and calf, he felt at that moment something unreal, spiritual, as an invitation to stay knew that the house . He looked down: a cat from nose lively black and white, with long white whiskers, was staring at her, while the slender body is winding twisted his leg.
not scared, was not surprised either, it was announced that a meeting . In a moment he saw the empty house filled with light, he heard the patter of bare feet on the marble floors of girls, run in a merry race, he heard the water bubbling in the fountain in the garden and it seemed that the smell came from the kitchen of his cookies filling your nostrils, guessed days, months and years of life true .... The
" yes" to her husband flew out of his throat before she knew it.
The spirit of the house had decided.
Elvira was my great-grandmother, lived in this house up to 90 years, his eldest daughter Anna was the mother of my mother, me and my seven cats are still living in his house, my kennels are books on archeology, my Library a coveted hideaway.
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